So, today sucks. A lot. I got up at 7:50 for the conference on China at eight, got over there and the panels didn't start until eight thirty. So, I woke up that early for no good reason. The panels were cool and stuff, and like...it was really full. So, I sat in the back against the wall on the floor. During one of the more boring panels, I got up to use the bathroom.
The important thing to know is that we were in Gamble auditorium, and it like...has odd stair placement. And some of the stairs are lipped. I missed the lip because of my depth perception and tripped. Thankfully, it was outside and not in. My knee...popped. Again. And it hurt a fucking lot. I went back in and took a perocet. Sat through the panel and my knee is still fucking killing me.
I actually called my mom to go to the ER, but I need to wait for her to do six thousand other things. Also, this sucks cause I'm gonna stay home tonight, mostly because there are eight million stairs here and it took me like ten minutes to get up them cause it hurt so bad. I hate my existence. One would thing I would have assumed was that I'd be getting better at this by now, and being able to better navigate this shit. I'm not and it's driving me insane. I'm constantly hitting myself on something or hitting someone else or stumbling...the other day I missed my bed.
I'm so fucking sick of this shit.
The important thing to know is that we were in Gamble auditorium, and it like...has odd stair placement. And some of the stairs are lipped. I missed the lip because of my depth perception and tripped. Thankfully, it was outside and not in. My knee...popped. Again. And it hurt a fucking lot. I went back in and took a perocet. Sat through the panel and my knee is still fucking killing me.
I actually called my mom to go to the ER, but I need to wait for her to do six thousand other things. Also, this sucks cause I'm gonna stay home tonight, mostly because there are eight million stairs here and it took me like ten minutes to get up them cause it hurt so bad. I hate my existence. One would thing I would have assumed was that I'd be getting better at this by now, and being able to better navigate this shit. I'm not and it's driving me insane. I'm constantly hitting myself on something or hitting someone else or stumbling...the other day I missed my bed.
I'm so fucking sick of this shit.